The Velvet Meadow - Poem by Joe Holley
Upon hills of the velvet meadow,
Shines a figure isolated within the twilight shadow.
He who exists as a silent silhouette,
Dreaming in tears to the dew bird quartet.
Forever to stand, to witness she, the goddess moon waking from slumber,
And, when the stars forms in number, a mystic wonder.
Shut tight the windows to reality. Commence fourth, lyrics of the heart,
So shall you forget what life you saved, the feelings made, memories to never fade, locked by your pearls, before the even fated start.
May that sound of what tie both hearts stream through thy own shadow,
Such melodies shall be accompanied by that of the silent dying breath, carried through the winter air reaching to the endless plains of the velvet meadow.
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